Love, a silly thing. It's interesting, how caught up you can get. How obsessed we all become. Like, you think you know someone, until they get this bf and then you see them with heart eyes. I don't wanna say that the underside of a person comes out when they're in love, because I certainly know plenty of people who's insides aren't quite as decorative, sweet, and lush. But, I'm also not gunna say that love is the cheap beer that everybody tries, pukes out their mind, then awakens in the morning with no acute memory of the experience. That's sex. Love, however, I've found to be something completely different altogether. Like gummy-bears, soup, or chocolate. You can't quite put your finger on how it's so different, but yet it seems so unique compared to anything else in the world. Or universe. Or everything. Anything else in the everything. Huh...
Was you and me with you
I'd love to say you are my everything
If anything's worth nothing else too.
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